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A Life I Can’t Step Out Of
My eyes flew open as if I was startled awake by a loud sound or someone shaking me, but there was silence and no hands were on me. As they adjusted to the brightness of suddenly being flipped on like a switch, my brain hung in a clouded state. It was those milliseconds, nanoseconds even,… Continue reading
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Mindfulness in the Moment

One day you’re young, playful, curious, believing the world 🌎 will always feel this wide… And then, quietly, it starts to shrink.Not all at once, but in the small, ordinary moments that slip through your fingers. And you don’t get a warning. Just a series of lasts: The last time you let yourself act like… Continue reading
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A Memory That Felt Like Dream

I stumbled upon this piece I wrote a year ago and wanted to share. Continue reading
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Where the Worms Bloom

⚠️TW: psychiatric hospitalization, psychosis, intense emotional distress I drew this during my first inpatient hospital stay at a psychiatric unit years ago. This was during I time I describe as harrowing, nightmarish, and even surreal. A time when my own brain felt like a stranger, and we were at war. I remember that day. Well,… Continue reading
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She Didn’t Need My Words. Just Time.

Recently, I shared a letter to my younger self of all the things I thought she needed to hear. All the warnings I had, the encouragement, the honest truths that I learned the hard way. Today, I want to share this which I wrote later…after a little more distance and healing. It doesn’t offer advice… Continue reading
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A Letter to My Younger Self
Burnout’s been creeping into my life soft but surely. As I sat in that heaviness today, I found this letter I wrote a year ago to my younger self. It brought me comfort, inspiration, and hope., I’m sharing it here in case it brings you a little of that, (or something else) too. A letter… Continue reading
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Why Do You Like Bugs So Much?
I have, for as long as I can remember, enjoyed bugs. To an extent. See, I don’t really appreciate being startled by a centipede going 60 mph at 2 a.m. when I am stumbling my way to the bathroom. Nor do I enjoy when a spider hangs from its delicate web while I am sudsing… Continue reading
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Something About the Wreckage
There is this wasp nest in our yard… I noticed it the day before it was pulverized. It was just a hole in the dirt. If you got close enough you could see the tiniest peek inside. A whole hive – working together. Preparing for what was coming: autumn. I made a mental note to… Continue reading

